Sometimes when you are blue 
Memories come to you 
No matter how old you are 
forty or fourteen so far 
And then you see every long-faded day
Now in the glamour of past gladed and 
day
And you’ll be thinking that so secretly
Those happy times have left me
Never again will they be.

In that old wooden shack 
In our yard at the back 
There we had our hideaway 
Where we had tricks for the day
Instead of going to school everytime
We would play hooky and trees be are 
climb
Instead of Latin, we learned to be free
Those happy times have left me
Never again will they me.

And the girls than o boy,
Didn’t have with us much joy
Many we teased everywhere
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Schoolbooks and schoolbags the the way
hold for them 
And got a smile at the wonderful theme
Those happy times have left me 
Never again will they be.

But the time does not wait 
And today too will fait 
If you are now in a mass,
Even such troubles will pass
But all the hours which happynes give
We shall remember as long as we live
Sometimes today full of ever we’ll see and 
say 
Those happy times have left me 
Never again will they be.